Gonzo By Default.

The blog is the gonzo of the new media generation. No, we're not talking muppets - well you might be, and I was this morning when I made an obscure Sesame Street reference involving oatmeal and Rick Morranis, but that was Bert and not Gonzo (guess the reference, win a prize!!!), but I'm not talking about muppets now. ----brief interlude where I google the word gonzo---- God bless wikipedia (disclaimer - Factions of Fiction does not endorse the use of wikipedia. In fact, wikipedia in some respects might be better known under the title of this blog. Yet it will do now). Ok, according to wikipedia, Gonzo is a Boston slang term for the last drunk standing at the end of the night. I already new that, but the Boston slang part is new. It was first used in the way we have come to love it today, by Bill Cardoso to describe the style of writing by one Hunter S Thompson, who, as well all know was no less than the DOCTOR of Gonzo. So where does that leave us? Nowhere really, I just had the random thought of blogs being a new media gonzo and thought it was cool. And as the only drunk here, i find myself gonzo by default.
I'd reckon that old hunter s would have been a right bleeding asshole. I mean, politics, suicide, guns. Guns. Give me one gun nut who isn't an asshole. Give me one person who has anything to do with guns who isn't an asshole. Police? Give me one policeman who isn't an asshole. Back at the point, This asshole won the respect and adoration of hundreds of followers because he sat down, stood up, lay down, fell over, and said stuff to people. You might like it, agree with it, hate it, have no idea who I am talking about or think that this kind of half true egotistical drool is a total waste of time and think no more of it, however, I think if you say stuff to people, stuff you think about, not just random words or things you're parrotting for the sake of sounding like you think of stuff, then you rightly desrve the respect and adoration of at least one person, even if it is only yourself. Here endeth the sermon, and my glass, so I had better go fill it up before I write anymore.